FreeNovelDorothy blinked at the man in front of her, almost convinced she was dreaming.
Shouldn't he have been at Heather's side, keeping a sleepless vigil after her surgery? "Another friend is there. No need for me." Everett shrugged casually, shedding his suit jacket.
Dorothy blinked again. "A guy?" "Huh?" "Your other friend. Is he a guy?" Everett nodded. "Yeah. He's actually better at taking care of Heather." Well, that explained a lot! Dorothy had been puzzling over what kind of colossal misunderstanding stood between Everett and Heather. Two people so clearly in love yet obstinately not together.
Then it all made sense. A third wheel was in the picture.
Everett, being the reticent and tight-lipped type, was probably no match for that other guy's attentiveness and charm. That explained Heather's indecision.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo wonder he was always trying to use Dorothy to make Heather jealous.
"Have you eaten yet?" Everett was oblivious to Dorothy's analysis. His first concern was always whether she was hungry or not.
"No, I'm on a diet." Dorothy genuinely had no appetite.
"No can do. Eat less at night. I'l have my assistant send something over." His words always had a compelling force to them that made it hard to refuse.
It's as if he was born a leader and others were just meant to follow his command.
Dorothy got up and watched as he took some fruit out of the refrigerator, washed them, and put them in front of her. He picked out the biggest, reddest strawberry and handed it to her.
"This was specially brought back for you." Dorothy took it, puzzled. "How did you know | like strawberries?" She did, but she had not specifically bought them for a long time. Come to think of it, it had been over a year.
"That time in middle school when you ate them all during lunch break." Middle school? With his reminder, Dorothy suddenly remembered the first time she ate strawberries in her life was indeed in middle school! She vaguely remembered a classmate being rather generous, giving each student a box of strawberries, and she got to taste such fruit.
"You even remember that?" She said, taking a bite.
It was very sweet.
He just smiled and didn't say anything, holding another strawberry in his slender hand, ready to hand it over at any time.
Of course, Everett didn't forget. Because that "generous" classmate was him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey were learning the word "strawberry" in English class, and as her deskmate, he accidentally noticed Dorothy staring at the strawberry illustration in the textbook for a long time.
Everett knew that if he only bought for her, Dorothy would have definitely refused. So, he used the prize money he won from a competition, contacted a fruit farm, and sent one box to each of his classmates in the name of the class president.
"Why aren't you eating?" Dorothy glanced at him and picked a strawberry to his mouth. "It's really sweet.” He didn't refuse, opened his mouth to take a bite, and accidentally bit her fingertip.
Like being electrocuted, Dorothy quickly withdrew her hand, her cheeks flushing crimson.
Having been around the block, she knew well enough what to do under such circumstances.
Everett gently lifted her in a princess carry and headed for the bedroom. He planted a kiss on the corner of Dorothy's mouth, lingering until she was almost breathless. Her face flushed as red as strawberry pulp.
"Hmm, it is sweet."
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